The music business looks like, you know, innocent schoolboys compared to the TV business. They care about nothing but profit.

Some grow young, some grow cold...

Every verse a diamond, every chorus gold, the sound was my salvation. It was only everything, before money became king.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

Good loving is hard to find, you got lucky babe, when I found you.

In a world that keeps on pushing me around, I'm gonna stand my ground, and I won't back down.

Oh yeah, alright, take it easy baby, make it last all night. She was an American Girl.